Is It a Crime to Hurt?

You laugh out loud as I stare at you. Do you know what you have done? I wonder if you see the knife protruding from my chest, your hand still wrapped around the handle, crimson from my pain. You whisper and giggle as I look down. Do you think I cannot hear? I wonder if you see the droplets drowning my heart inside, your hand still wrapped around the faucet, glistening with my despair. You smile at me as I smile at you. Do you think I cannot feel? I wonder if you see the wounds tearing at my back, your mouth wide open, your eyes so happy, blind to the whip you control. A whip poised and ready, a favorite of your hands, A whip that strikes when I cry out, A whip that jeers, a whip that glares, 'Cause it is a crime to hurt.